The young kelvic froze.
She could sense it, she knew it. She read the body language of the warrior next to her, and she could hear whispers in the grass. Predators. And Aleksi had confirmed her worse fears…
The glassbeaks.
She’d never encountered any, but she had heard enough about them to be sure they were possibly one of the worst things to stalk the sea of grass. Huge, gangling predatory birds, taller than a man, with a razor sharp dagger of a beak, perfect for tearing chunks of meat and stabbing holes through skin and bone.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her pupils widened.
“I can hear them too…” She whispered, her voice quivering. “I know… I know it, they know were here. They want to hunt.”
She wanted tp run away like some idiot horse bolting after hearing a large noise. She just stood there, as if she was carved in stone, only given away by her sharp breathing. She could try to be as brave as possible, but it just wasn’t in her nature. She couldn’t bring herself to make any decision here.
“What the hell do we do?” She squeaked, trying to sound calm but her voice started coming out in a quiet sort of yelp. There was no point pretending she was tough here.
But she did know how to make a fire... she had basic wilderness survival skills.